It’s hard for me to gush about bream. I don’t target them and I certainly don’t like catching them. They’re lethargic, slimy and generally irritating. No doubt somebody loves them, though why escapes me.
I did, however smash my bream record today with a 3lb 3oz fish. Tiny by most people’s standards but it’s not theirs, it’s mine!
It all started at lunch time, with half a box of casters and very lethargic maggots and a few hours to kill. I knew there was a match on at the complex today, and I’d fully intended to stay away but boredom prompted me to use up the leftover bait.
I never fish the horseshoe lake as the perch are generally small, but go I did nonetheless. I picked a peg with structure and started by heavily baiting close in. The first few hours brought in around 30 small perch and roach, with the odd decent roach over half a pound now and again. Mostly though the fish were barely out of fry shorts. Oh, and an eel of course.
Relaxing and fun, but not particularly exciting. I decided to bait out a bit deeper around a rod length off the tip and was rewarded with the first and largest bream. It twitched forlornly once when hooked, then laid on its side and allowed me to unceremoniously drag it in, mouth open and gazing blankly at the sky. I almost felt sorry for it.
Shortly after this I began to run low on maggots, so I popped a can of corn and continued to feed the same spot picking up seven more bream between 2 and 3lb.
Certainly a different day, but yeah, sorry bream, won’t be back if I can help it!